Amelia sat at the edge of the grand balcony, the Los Angeles skyline stretched beneath her like a glittering battlefield. The cool night air did little to calm the tremor in her hands. Maxwell stood behind her, silent, as if he could absorb the unease radiating from her every nerve. Their home was quiet, almost too quiet, after the chaos that had consumed them for months—the death of Lawson, the confrontation, the legal battles, the birth of their child. A fragile peace had settled over their lives, but Amelia could feel it—like the prelude to a storm.“Do you ever think it ends?” she whispered, almost to herself.Maxwell’s hand found hers, warm and firm. “Not while there are people still tied to his empire. We cleaned the surface, Amelia, but some roots are deeper than we can see.”Amelia exhaled sharply, the weight of those words settling in. She turned slightly, facing him, eyes dark with worry. “I thought… after everything, we’d be safe. That his death would… erase it all.”Maxwel
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